white lies

“T-t-there’s nothing ailing m-m-me, no.” He said shrilly before scooting off to search the garden, his pupils fully dilated and his heart racing. He attempted to focus on the task at hand but his mind continuously drifted toward the other male; how soft his fur looked making him yearn to drag his cheek across it, how bright his eyes were against his onyx fur, eyes he could stare into for hours, how firm and tight his legs were making him want-

He shook out his fur and lifted a small piece of bark from a long-decayed tree with his paw. There were mushrooms under it but they were white. He let the bark drop and continued looking, keeping his nose to the ground for the telltale scent of rotting foliage. He stepped through a patch of wild rosemary, his nose wrinkling at the overpowering scent and approached an overturned log.

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